From the recording On Borrowed Time
Carl Cleves – voice and guitar
Lyrics
I rode the wild horse I inherited
My roots a wandering vine
Paid no heed to the warning signs
But these were different times
I followed the seasons
Abandoned good reason
The journey had just begun
I was bold, invincible, I had fun
The world belonged to the young
A king, valiant and brave
Stood with one foot in his grave
He could no longer pretend
All things come to an end
From the cutting of the chord
With a blessing from the Lord
To a promised reward
In god’s heavenly court
It all has come undone
And the king said ‘look here son,
take my crown and take my gun
The world belongs to the young
My wife has gone before
My brothers have left the shore
I’m in bed with ghosts in my head
talking to the dead
I imagine they hear me
But they probably don’t
No one ever responds
from the kingdom beyond
It is only a chill, says the nurse
Here, take a pill
But you can’t make an old horse run
I am old, invisible, I am done
The world belongs to the young
On my screen liars cross wires
The empire’s on fire,
they’re fishing for buyers
It’s all doom and gloom out there
even my goldfish shows signs of despair
People need to get some fresh air
It’s warm outside in the morning sun
listen to the wind, just for fun
watching the washing dry
Against the clear blue sky
I am biding my time
just catching another rhyme
I am old, invisible, I am done
My yarn is spun
The world belongs to the young
